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REFUEL FOR BLOOM
Sometimes,
all it takes
is a push
Those tiny moments
or delicate gestures,
refuel desire
in desolate times
Bare fields stripped
of essence
are renewed
by lone seeds of acclaim
As inclines level
and motivation turns scarce,
simple praise
raises ranges
that pierce ceilings
These thrusts become
poignant memories,
in the soil
where new inspiration
will bloom
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